I Am A Recovering Perfectionist
I am a recovering perfectionist. I spent the first twenty-five years of my life creating safe spaces for myself. Year by year, this attitude snowballed right under my nose. Let me tell you, spending over two decades working at the same few things is a pretty darn good way to get good at them. I pursued what I was already successful in or what I already knew how to do, and I ignored anything that required new training, fumbling through a new skill-set, or letting loose and looking, what I felt like everyone else was thinking of as, foolish. Without realizing it, I became great at avoiding things I knew I wasn't good at. It made me incredibly adverse to making mistakes; it made me especially avoidant of stumbling through things. I never lived by the motto "practice makes perfect." Instead, I lived by continuing to further master what I was already near-perfect at or by engaging in hobbies that required little-to-no skill. And then, I graduated from my Masters prog...
